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but they never prove it. I will never be weak. I will never
„love‟ anyone but myself. I said I care for you.” She
stopped to take a breath. He stared at her. She was a
curiosity. Anna stared at the floor composing herself. He
was amazed at how quickly she could control her emotions
and take on a completely different persona.
“Now are you ready to start learning to write your
name? No time like the present. You are my challenge and
I‟m ready to make you into Jeb Whittaker, gentleman.”
She took paper and pencil from her bag and motioned for
him to sit beside her. She wrote large letters on the page.
Disappointed in her answer, he took the pencil from her
hand. He didn‟t understand how she could calm him the
way she did. She had a power over him that no human
being had ever had. The clickety-clack of the rails and the
sound of the train whistle disappeared into the background
as Red Fox, put pencil to paper and shakily printed, J E B,
for the first time in his life.


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